this isn’t going to be a post with quotes. just finished reading it (a quick read!), and will have to read it again, perhaps soon, to fully appreciate it. i know how it ends now. i know how bad it gets, so i can read not thinking about the plot, worrying about what happens next, and instead study how he does it.
savoring the warmth of blankets right now. the fact that i can smell wet leaves outside from my open window. that my cat just jumped on the bed with me, a very simple animal movement that in the book would be impossible.
the end is more optimistic than i had anticipated. and the last paragraph is lovely.
how different must it be to read after you’ve had a child.
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work has reached the point that panic is more rare, except for mondays. without the panic and with a new person filling in my old position, somehow boredom has returned. my sweet spot of stimulation without being overwhelmed is sadly small.
writing had been put to the side during the time of transition. need to get back into it (i always say that!) and get cogs working again however rustily.
been considering lately how little right i have to judge anyone. what’s that quote? everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle?
how lucky we are.
